sometimes, I don't even drink it...

[thehenchcroft]

The same routine kills each new day

I make the same café au lait

The same two ice cubes from the tray

The coffee’s hellish heat allay

They pirouette, they ricochet

They dance a short and sweet ballet

And when those cubes have boiled away

A Creamy spiral starts to play

How graceful are its twists and frays

As black and white fade into clay

This ten ounce cup of disarray

Is all I need to start the day
-mycroft

wrote this today on my lunch break. criticism?